jesterlies | OPEN POST 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[ Percy hears it. Yes, Maverick has told him he's had many he's loved in the past, but for an ageless being who sees lives come and go, how many years goes by often in solitude? There is, after all, a difference being surrounded by students and friends-

-and in sharing your most intimate moments with someone.

So Percy merely smiles softly to those sweet man in front of him, humming playfully. ]

Oh, I shall allow a blush and a giggle or two.

[ Then listens with fascination as Maverick explains, his mind already twisting down pathways to understand. ]

Ah, close to the veil, then? Or something else? And of course I trust you.

[ He takes Mavericks hands in his, folding them together, and radiates a smile at him. ]

I have trusted you since you first caught my hand in the metaphorical cookie jar, and merely demanded I give you a debate as to why I should be allowed to sneak those cookies. You never scolded me for my curiosity, you never shooed me away, and you never broke my faith in you. Or even gave me a reason to never trust you.

[ He raises Mavericks hands up to bend his head down and press a tiny kiss into the knuckles. ]

I am in your hands. In however way you wish it.

[Have you ever seen a dead man blush? Have you ever seen Headmaster Seamus Maverick fluster? Congratulation Percy, now you have. There's just something about the depths of Percy's sincerity that he just doesn't seem to ever be prepared for.]

[So he goes still for a moment, allowing Percy to hold his hands while his eyes grow a little wide before he chuckles a little, oddly bashful, before he clears his throat and is back to being the usual unflappable Professor.]

I have been nothing but rewarded in turn, allowing you to grow and learn, seeing what you accomplish. I will never cease being amazed by you, Percy.

[He leans down to place a kiss to the back of his knuckles and then in that moment, there is an odd feeling. Like the thinnest curtain of icey cold water passed over them. Percy will feel a little vertigo for a moment and then he will notice that the room they are in is very different than what it was before. The couch they are sitting in is new, large and draped in fabrics and pillows.]

[Maverick pulls back and he too, is changed. There is life within him, though he is still yet pale, there is still a soft rosiness to his cheeks, his face is a little more filled out. He resembles the man he once was a thousand years ago, but he is too draped in ornate robes of black and gold. Those off scales dot a little frequently, across his arms and cheeks.]

We are in a domain of my making, where we have stepped free of our mortal shells. Time will not pass back on the other plane.

[ That's something new and wonderful, and Percy commits that look to memory. Seamus Maverick, Grand Vampire and Headmaster of the Order, blushing and flustering over having his knuckles kissed and the declaration of trust given to him. It's sweet and charming, and Percy soaks in the look and the sound of that shy little chuckle.

And he may try to hide it but now Percy has seen it, and knows, and his smile is giddy for it.

Until there's that sudden touch of cold as Maverick kisses his knuckles in turn, and the sensation of vastness and then... well. They're no longer in his room.

His own expression turns wondering as he looks around, still holding Mavericks hands as he takes in the changes. The lavish adornment, the black and blue accents, the sofa turning into a couch and draped in enough cushionry to make it a bed almost.

And then the man he adores, looking more alive, speckled with the scaling as before but almost in a freckled manner. He studies him with as much wonder as he does the room, awe making his eyes warm. ]

And to think, we argued whether Saints were Gods or Not in our philosophy debates, but if you can make your own domain...

[ Time stands still here? Then he could have an eternity with Maverick in the space of one breath and the next. He raises a hand to brush his fingers along Mavericks cheeks, touching along the soft glow of health there. Is this how he looked before he became a Vampire? ]

How beautiful...

[He gives Percy a moment to acclimate. It was a swift transition and for Percy to not being a Saint like him, it might be disorienting at first. He is pleased to see that Percy is sparing no single moment in looking around and asking questions.]

[The room is lavish, it's true. Maverick has always had decedent tastes, even now. He simply likes the finer things and he will die before he is uncomfortable in his own spaces.]

I would not go so far as to say that. If you would not mind having the illusion shattered for such a well debated topic, God certainly brings to mind a certain disconnect and omniscience that I am afraid I do not personally possess, so I would not call myself such. You must know that for my ego to admit such a thing, I must feel strongly about it.

[He holds a hand up, reaching into the air and pulling gently what appears to be a gauze like fabric, then letting it go and it vanishes once more, returning to the fabric of this domain.]

I simply made a fine garment out of the fabric that was laying around.

[He hums a little as Percy explores his appearance. He's much closer here, to how he ought to look. It's not that he dislikes his appearance on the other side, but he knows that it is dead and gaunt in ways he cannot help. He chuckles a little as Percy makes that little comment, reaching up to runs slightly tipped nails through Percy's golden hair.]

Oh? That infatuated with my Saintly guise? This place is malleable, and we can change much if so desired.

Hm!

[ It's a fascinating thought experiment. To say a God would be able to create something from nothing, where as Maverick, for all his powers or lack thereof, can only create something from what is already laying around. So the Saints are not so much Gods, as weavers? Alterists. It's obvious in his eyes he wants to debate this, but he's saving it for later. ]

And a marvelous garment it is.

[ It's luxurious indeed, yet so very Maverick, that though it was disorienting, Percy feels completely at ease. It's quite frankly like being surrounded by Maverick. And, in a way, he supposes it is. This is Mavericks space. A slight step outside of reality, woven by him. It thrums with his heartbeat, with his breath.

He laughs a little and shakes his head, closing his eyes to the touch through his hair, leaning in towards the fingers slightly. ]

Darling, I'm infatuated with you. All of you.

[ He opens his eyes again, smiles and tugs gently with his hand cupped against Mavericks face to lean in and rest their foreheads together. ]

I want all of you. Whatever form or look you may take, I will love it, because it will always be you.

[Yes, he sees you there. You want to get into it with him, and normally he'd be all for it, but there is a time and place, and he does not yet want them off track. Later, maybe.]

[He grins, pulling Percy in to finally press their lips together for a much more thorough taste. It was all careful before, just brushes, tastes, but here he does not have to hold back very much. He can feel Percy's warmth against his own. When he does finally pull away again, his smile is coy, pleased.]

You don't say. [Percy has made it VERY clear how into him he's been all this time.]

What luck we have then, that I want the same of you, and I have you all to myself for as long as we'd like.

[ He sighs into the kiss through his nose, letting himself sink into the taste and warmth of Mavericks mouth. The lingering taste of the pudding and sweet blueberry wine lingers, and now that Mavericks 'alive', Percy can taste the rest of him as well. It's soft and not something he can place.

When Maverick pulls back, Percy finds himself leaning in a little further again, chasing after his lips. The tease makes him pull back again so he can smile at Maverick in return to the coy teasing one he's getting. ]

As long as we'd like? You may regret that, Seamus. I'm insanely curious to see whether a Saint has an energy limit.

[ He wants to touch, badly, so he does. Reaches his hands out to gently place them against Mavericks chest, fingers toying with the fabric as he traces the body hidden underneath them. ]

I'm afraid I may be quite insatiable.

[Ah, it's satisfying watching him try and chase his mouth. He grins despite himself.]

[He chuckles a little, somewhat taken aback but still amused all the same.]

You're surprisingly wicked, Percy! Absolutely rotten to the core. I never would have guessed.

[But his smile is softer then, suddenly. It's ...nice? To be desired in such a way, to see those wanting eyes and how they fall upon him. The way Percy's hands are barely restrained as the spread over his chest.]

Well, I suppose there's nothing else for it. We've some research to do, hm?

Heh, you'll find out how wicked I can be.

[ He's teasing only just a little, as he lets his fingers find and trace Maverick under his clothing. Sternum here. Glide up to the clavicles, tracing along them and down the sides of his ribs. Nails catching just lightly at the cloth, intentional and wanting.

And the idea of research makes him huff a soft laugh and he pulls his hands back, his gaze thoughtful. ]

Indeed. You said earlier the place is malleable. That means us as well, correct? We are, after all, outside the physical. What we're wearing is merely our subconscious manifestations?

[ Which means there's no reason for him to reach up to begin to undo the buttons on his shirt. Instead he can maybe focus and will the article of clothing off. He's only clothed because it's the last thing he remembers being. Maverick will get to watch him scrunch his face up as he tries to will his clothing away.

He is a witch. This should be nothing.

But it contradicts with his desire to have Mavericks hands maybe doing it so all he does is make faces as he tries. ]

Hm.... I still feel very dressed...

I certainly hope so.

[He's looking forward to it. He hums a little as Percy traces his form under his clothing, only feeling strangely wanting after he focuses on something else instead.]

[Of course watching him trying and conduct his "research" is just as rewarding. He tries not to laugh too hard as he tries to will away his clothing and comes up with nothing. He leans forward.]

It seems to me something is at odds with your desire, hm? I wonder what it could be.

[He raises a hand and for now, Percy will feel his clothing begin to move, slowly against his skin as buttons begin to undo themselves.]

[ The laugh makes him huff but he's smiling, his nose crunched as he tries to focus. Then sighs to the sensation of buttons tugging - without the pressure of fingers.

Oh that's- that's rather erotic. ]

I'd say 'nuhuh' but what a thin lie that'd be.

[ He keeps his eyes closed to simply experience the feeling of this, his cheeks turning red as his clothing shifts and tugs. After a moment he reaches out again to let his fingers seek along Mavericks clothing in return.

Eyes closed yet, simply to touch and feel as he figures out how to disrobe the other. He wants to take his time, get clothing loosened enough to slide his fingers in. Stroke the tips of them against warm skin as he drags downwards. ]

And you should no, my dear, you're a wretched liar. Always have been!

[But Percy seems to be enjoying this little game, as he tugs and pulls on his clothing using his will over this space. He's very careful how he does it, too, making sure fabric slides along his skin as long as possible before the shirt is discarded, makes the pants inch down slowly.]

[With his hands free, that means Maverick can do what he likes elsewhere. Fingers exploring freed skin while the clothing moves elsewhere, while he gives Percy enough space to do his own research.]

[His clothing in this form is loose, and slides off easy. Just robes loosely hanging from his shoulders. Maverick sucks in a breath at the touch of fingers against his skin, a feeling he hasn't had in a very long time. He's quite reactive, moving so Percy can have as much contact as he likes.]

I'd argue that, but-

[ But he doubts he could save his own skin by lying.

The sensation of fabric dragging across his skin makes him exhale softly, a soft slightly stuttering noise as his skin prickles to the feeling. Then the shirt is gone and he flushes darker. Especially as he feels his pants begin to inch downwards.

Oh, Saints...

The tease is almost too much. Especially as Mavericks hands finally begin to touch and he leans into them, almost needy for the contact. His own fingers twitch a little, falter, as he focuses on the feeling. But Mavericks inhale brings him back and emboldens him.

He shifts in closer, bringing them almost body to body, but leaving enough room so he can keep moving his hands. Flattens his palms against Mavericks chest, feels the warmth and the heart beat that he has here, before letting his hands brush slowly downwards. Over ribs, along his sides, nails dragging lightly.

And he presses a soft kiss to Mavericks mouth as he does. Just to touch there as well, to taste a little more. ]

[With their bodies closer, Maverick's hands trail lower, fingers gliding down the length of Percy's spine as his clothing further pulls and tugs off. They move, almost hungry for every inch of his skin.]

[Maverick meets Percy's mouth with something a bit more urgent, chasing after his lips if Percy begins to pull away. Fangs scrape against soft skin as he pries deeper with his tongue.]

[He feels himself becoming greedy for Percy's skin, and it riles his heart up. Percy will feel it now that they're so close, that his hands grace past his chest, the thumping of anticipation.]

[ The speed of Mavericks heart finally gets a noise out of Percy, along with those fingers that wander down his spine, the teeth that catch at his mouth. A soft almost whimper into Mavericks mouth, then he pulls back. ]

Too slow-

[ He pulls back just a bit further so he can grab Mavericks clothing. Maverick will feel Percy's will surge against his own, fierce, bright, and determined, as Percy tries to make both of their clothing - all of it - simply cease to be. ]

[Maverick makes a sound, something almost like a whine as Percy pulls away from him. No, but his mouth...]

[The desire is heavy in his gaze as he tries to figure what Percy needed to pause them for, his breathing heavy with the soft undercurrent of a growl. He almost chuckles when he realizes Percy is trying to take their clothes off and that sudden force of will, that near hurricane of his want that pushes back Maverick's dominion just enough for it to work-]

[That's a whole new spark as Maverick sits before him naked. The lines of his scars are still present, they will always be part of him, but the scales and feathers dot his body as before, but with a little more prevalence.]

[The amusement through that foggy want chimes all around them and Maverick surges forward, putting his weight against Percy to bring him down, to reclaim his mouth with a need the can hardly articulate.]

[ There.

Percy makes a pleased noise as the clothes fade away under his hands and he's left with Maverick before his gaze again. It's different than before; his skin flushed with color and health, his body filled out more, the scars more vivid and alive.

And the scales and feathers...

Before Percy can get his hands back on him, Maverick is lunging forward and Percy makes a noise as they crash together and he's pressed down. A soft groan through his nose as his mouth opens for Maverick, tongue flicking across his lovers lips, as equally as desiring. Let him in, let him taste you again.

His hands shift and reach up to dig into Mavericks hair, nails scratching against his scalp as he takes a tight hold, tilting his head to angle the kiss to make it fierce. Biting and hot as he shifts a knee to slide it aside, his thigh rubbing up against Mavericks in turn. His heart thunders against Mavericks, pounds in his ears, as he inhales Mavericks scent and breath. ]

[Their thighs press together and Maverick growls into Percy's mouth. His kiss grows more wanting, more aggressive as fangs begin to pull at skin, as he desperately tries to drink him dry. His hips roll down, slotting them together as Mavericks hands slide under him, hold possessive.]

[It wakes something in him that hasn't been alive for some time, those Vampiric instincts of his that have been buried since his ascension. They make him hunger in a way he hasn't felt ages, how he needs to taste Percy inside and out.]

[His mouth trails away from his lips, kissing and sucking at the corner of his mouth, along his chin, before he hovers over Percy's neck.]

[His breath is hot and heavy against skin.]

Percy...

[It's asking permission, but its spoken like he's starving.]

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[ The growl sends hot shudders up his back, makes his breathing coming out in quick little pants as his body responds. His muscles jump as Maverick slots their hips together and he moans, muscles twitching as pleasure flares. He arches his back a little to press them tighter together, leg curling around Mavericks hips to keep them down tight together.

The kiss breaking lets him pant, though he technically knows he doesn't need to here, and his fingers slide down through that soft hair. Trace along the back of Mavericks neck and down his back, nails scratching long and slow. And he swallows hard when he feels the mouth at his neck, feels the pause.

Hears the need that makes his arousal twitch and jump. ]

Seamus...

[ It's soft, breathed out, and he tilts his head to the side and his chin up. Offers his neck, his pulse throbbing wildly there. ]

Yes...

[His hips roll gently, with Percy's movements as he arches and squirms. It quickens his own breath, his own pounding hard as he hovers over that pulse. As his mouth goes dry and his hot blood rushing into his mouth is all he can think about.]

[Then Percy tips his head, bares his neck for him, and such a wild look comes across his face as dips down, fangs out, and plunges them into Percy's neck.]

[He moans as fresh witches blood fills his mouth, and he drinks- not forcefully, but with pleasure, coaxing blood with his tongue and lapping what threatens to spill.]

[ The teeth in his neck stings, makes him gasp in surprise, his fingers curling to clutch and drag at Mavericks back. Then the burn fades as he feels the tongue working at his skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows again.

It shouldn't feel so good, he thinks. It shouldn't feel like it's not his neck Mavericks mouth is on. His hips rock and move in quick jerks, grinding up against Maverick as he feels the drag and pull with every beat of his heart. Is this part 'real'? Is Maverick drinking him down?

There's a small part that hopes he is. Drink.

Reaching between them, he circles his hand around them both, squeezing down so their movements grind them together rougher, harder. ]

A-ah... Seamus... take what you want!

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